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  ce with my hands.
  dr. raised his eyebrows. ”do you want to stay?”
  ”no, no!” i ihrowihe side of the bed and
  hopping down quickly. too quickly — i staggered, and dr. caught
  me. he looked ed.
  ”i'm fine,” i assured him agaiell him my balans
  had nothing to do with hitting my head.
  ”take some tylenol for the paied as he steadied me.
  ”it doesn't hurt that bad,” i insisted.
  ”it sounds like you were extremely lucky,” dr. said, smiling as he
  signed my chart with a flourish.
  ”lucky edeao me,” i ameh a hard
  gla of my statement.
  ”oh, well, yes,” dr. agreed, suddenly occupied with the papers in
  front of him. then he looked away, at tyler, ahe bed.
  my intuitiohe doctor was in on it.
  ”i'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a little bit longer,”
  he said tan g his cuts.
  as sooor's back was turned, i moved to edward's side.
  ” i talk to you for a minute?” i hissed under my breath. he took a
  step bae, his jaw suddenly ched.
  ”your father is waiting for you,” he said through his teeth.
  i gla dr. d tyler.
  ”i'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind,” i pressed.
  he glared, aurned his bad strode down the long room. i
  nearly had to run to keep up. as soohe to a
  short hallun around to face me.
  ”what do you want?” he asked, sounding annoyed. his eyes were cold.
  his unfrieimidated me. my words came out with less severity
  than i'd intended. ”you olanation,” i reminded him.
  ”i saved your life — i don't owe you anything.”
  i flinched ba the rese in his voiised.”
  ”bella, you hit your head, you don't know what y about.” his
  toing.
  my temper flared now, aly at him. ”there's nothing
  wrong with my head.”
  he glared back. ”what do you want from me, bella?”
  ”i want to kh,” i said. ”i want to know why i'm lying for
  you.”
  ”what do you think happened?” he snapped.
  it came out in a rush.
  ”all i know is that you weren't ayler didn't see you,
  either, so don't tell me i hit my head too hard. that van was going to
  crush us both — and it didn't, and your has in the side of
  it — a iher d you're not hurt at all —
  and the van should have smashed my legs, but y it up…” i
  could hear how crazy it sounded, and i 't ue. i was so mad i
  could feel the tears io force them bading my
  teeth together.
  he was staring at me incredulously. but his fase, defensive.
  ”you think i lifted a van off you?” his toioned my sanity, but it
  only made me more suspicious. it erfectly delivered line by a
  skilled actor.
  i merely nodded oight.
  ”nobody will believe that, you know.” his voi edge of derision
  now.
  ”i'm not going to tell anybody.” i said each word slowly, carefully
  y anger.
  surprise flitted across his fa why does it matter?”
  ”it matters to me,” i insisted. ”i don't like to lie — so there'd better
  be a good reason why i'm doing it.”
  ”'t you just tha over it?”
  ”thank you.” i waited, fumi.
  ”yoi go, are you?”
  ”no.”
  ”in that case… i hope you enjoy disappoi.”
  we scowled at each other ihe first to speak, trying to
  keep myself focused. i was in daracted by his livid,
  glorious face. it was like trying to stare dowroying angel.
  ”why did you even bother?” i asked frigidly.